He Only Takes the Best
God saw she was getting tired,
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his hands around her,
and whispered come to me.
With tear filled eyes, we watched her,
suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands were put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
he only takes the best.
Copyright © Kayla Busher | Year Posted 2006
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